British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, SwinburneCurtis Hidden Page B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1924 - 458 páginas |
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... HOPE . 808 NO MASTER ..... 860 THE CLOUD CONFINES . 808 THE DAY IS COMING . 860 THREE SHADOWS . INSOMNIA CHIMES . SOOTHSAY ON BURNS 809 THE DAYS THAT WERE . 861 809 THE DAY OF DAYS .... 861 809 THE BURGHERS ' BATTLE ... 862 810 AGNES ...
... HOPE . 808 NO MASTER ..... 860 THE CLOUD CONFINES . 808 THE DAY IS COMING . 860 THREE SHADOWS . INSOMNIA CHIMES . SOOTHSAY ON BURNS 809 THE DAYS THAT WERE . 861 809 THE DAY OF DAYS .... 861 809 THE BURGHERS ' BATTLE ... 862 810 AGNES ...
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... HOPE AND FEAR ...... ON THE MONUMENT ERECTED TO MAZ- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ... ZINI AT GENOA ..... CHILDREN ... THE INTERPRETERS ... A CHILD'S LAUGHTER . A WORD WITH THE WIND . THE SALT OF THE EARTH . IN TIME OF MOURNING .. CHILD AND POET ...
... HOPE AND FEAR ...... ON THE MONUMENT ERECTED TO MAZ- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ... ZINI AT GENOA ..... CHILDREN ... THE INTERPRETERS ... A CHILD'S LAUGHTER . A WORD WITH THE WIND . THE SALT OF THE EARTH . IN TIME OF MOURNING .. CHILD AND POET ...
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... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast ...
... hope , I left our cottage - threshold , sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung , A nutting - crook in hand ; and turned my steps Tow'rd some far - distant wood , a Figure quaint , Tricked out in proud disguise of cast ...
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... hope . Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one ...
... hope . Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves The violets of five seasons re - appear And fade , unseen by any human eye ; Where fairy water - breaks do murmur on For ever ; and I saw the sparkling foam , And - with my cheek on one ...
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... hope with it , and forward - look- ing thoughts , And stirrings of inquietude , when they By tendency of nature needs must fail . Exceeding was the love he bare to him , His heart and his heart's joy ! For oftentimes Old Michael , while ...
... hope with it , and forward - look- ing thoughts , And stirrings of inquietude , when they By tendency of nature needs must fail . Exceeding was the love he bare to him , His heart and his heart's joy ! For oftentimes Old Michael , while ...
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Página 41 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 187 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 73 - From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware...
Página 410 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 33 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 141 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 344 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows • In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Página 86 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor...
Página 298 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Página 73 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.